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I went home to my mum's this weekend for a roast dinner, or rather Two roast dinners.

When the cat's away the even bigger cat will play. ;) With the house to herself my mum was taking full opportunity to have a meat fest. We had roast leg of lamb on Saturday and a chicken brick on Sunday. All very lovely.

To offset this my mum said we would go for a walk and she'd supply the entertainment...a black labrador puppy called Tom. I was warned that he was a bit enthusiastic and tended to jump up if you weren't careful. At the beginning of the walk things went well, with mum teaching Tom to walk at her heel. However partway up the hill we got the chance to really say hello to him. And I ended up getting a dog to the ribs. I immediately forced him off me and told him to sit. It was with a rather pained "good boy" that I thanked him for listening to me. Ah dog training always fun.
The walk was lovely, if a little wet and I felt horribly unfit as my throat went sore and we had lovingly forgotten to bring a drink. By the end of it I was back to my normal capable self but my trainers were a little soggy.

On the Sunday, with rain hindering a repeat of the walk as I had no rain clothes or drier shoes, mum decided to take advantage of the prescense of free manual labour. So we started to remove a suspended cupboard from the wall. I can say that I admire Atlas (and weight lifters) for the strength of his (their) shoulder muscles. It seriously hurts to hold something above your head. Once it was off the wall it was bundled into the attic on the most riccetty metal ladder I have ever seen. At least with it off the wall already, her other half can't protest...It's too late...(note the cupboard was already empty).

Now if I had just actually had the time to do what I still needed to do then it would have been a perfect weekend...
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For those that don't know my brother has joined me in my downward spiral of working towards being outsourced. This means constant teasing but does make the days less annoying.

He has decided, in order to alleviate the boredem of the quiet days, to write up our family tree online. He's been using a site called Ancestry.co.uk which looks up records for you and suggests them as matches (the tree itself is private as it contains living members of the family who may not wish to be named online). It also looks at other family trees and shows possible matches from other people's research.

Using a family tree that another member of the family has set up as a basis, we (I help in the most passive way I can) started to add members to the tree bit by bit.

The first thing we realised is that with a free account you can't quite go looking everywhere but that wasn't too much of an issue as you could still get the names it was just harder to confirm some of them.

The second was that for some reason unbeknowst to us, it seemed almost impossible to list illegitimate children with both parents unless you married them off...which seems to defeat the whole point of the illegitimacy in the first place.

That aside the interface is quite easy and you can add birth place and death place along with the dates. However when looking at the slightly older sections of the tree and seeing what others had put before us we started to notice some strange things.

My mother's father's daughter's son )

Death book entry )

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